The Bugles Of Canada Poem : The Guards Came Through and Other Poems by Arthur Conan Doyle
The Bugles Of Canada Poem
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Not published in the first edition of The Guards Came Through.
The Bugles Of Canada Poem
[In war time a Canadian Division was encamped near my house. I used to fashion their bugle calls into the names of their distant land. Hence these verses.]
THE Farmer in the morning
Stood with slanted head,
In the wintry dawning
By the milking-shed;
From the camp behind the hill
He could hear the bugles shrill,
“We are here! We are here!
Soldiers all!
Good cheer! We are near!
Ontario! Ontario!
Toronto! Montreal!”
Petherick, the Huntsman grey,
Rheumatic, bent and blind.
Wheezed his joy as far away
He heard it in the wind.
“Hark the Hounds! Hark the Hounds!”
Nay, it is the bugle sounds,
“We are here! We are here!
Soldiers all!
Good cheer! We are near!
Ontario! Ontario!
Toronto! Montreal!”
Lonely folk and fearful
Rose above their fears;
Mothers, sad and tearful,
Were smiling through their tears;
‘Neath the cloudy English sky
They heard the cheering bugles cry,
“We are here! We are here!
Soldiers all!
We are near! Good cheer!
Ontario! Ontario!
Toronto! Montreal!”
When the dusk was falling,
And the lamps alight,
You could hear them calling
In the misty night.
And old Sussex heard and blessed
The kindly greeting from the west,
“We are here! We are here!
Soldiers all!
We are near! Good cheer!
Ontario! Ontario!
Toronto! Montreal!
The Guards Came Through and Other Poems
Victrix Poem
Those Others Poem
The Guards Came Through Poem
Haig Is Moving Poem
The Guns In Sussex Poem
Ypres Poem
Grousing Poem
The Volunteer Poem
The Night Patrol Poem
The Bugles Of Canada Poem
The Wreck On Loch Mcgarry Poem
The Bigot Poem
The Athabasca Trail Poem
Ragtime! Poem
Christmas In Trouble Poem
To Carlo Poem
To Ronald Ross Poem
Little Billy Poem
Take Heart Poem
Retrospect Poem
Comrades Poem
Lindisfaire Poem
Holy Grail A Parable Poem
Fate Poem
